- Jul 14, 2022
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[ post pregnancy news for timeline reasons :)) ]
She felt stuck. It had only been a few short hours since Dandelionwish had given her the diagnosis: kittens. She was growing kittens- about quarter of the way along by the looks of it.
She had been in and out of the medicine den all day- even just to ask Dandelionwish to do another check, she had to be sure.
Now she scuffled outside of the entrance once more, single eye focused too heavily on shuffling forepaws when the sense that another pair of eyes were on her prompted her to look up.
From just inside the den, she noticed a familiar pair of honey eyes looking at her- or at least in her general direction.
Of course, she had spaced the fact that Yewberry had been in the medicine den, undoubtedly catching at least a fragment of her visits with Dandelionwish.
Gingerly, she took a couple steps forward, offering her friend a warm but sheepish smile. "Alright, be honest. How crazy do I look?" She hummed towards the pale tom, referring to her nervous pacing outside of the den only moments before. She pauses before settling down against the mouth of the den. Yewberry is a friend, though she can’t bring herself to vent her worries to the injured tom. "How…how are you healing up?" She then prompts lightly, single eye scanning over her bandages wounds.
"Speech."
She felt stuck. It had only been a few short hours since Dandelionwish had given her the diagnosis: kittens. She was growing kittens- about quarter of the way along by the looks of it.
She had been in and out of the medicine den all day- even just to ask Dandelionwish to do another check, she had to be sure.
Now she scuffled outside of the entrance once more, single eye focused too heavily on shuffling forepaws when the sense that another pair of eyes were on her prompted her to look up.
From just inside the den, she noticed a familiar pair of honey eyes looking at her- or at least in her general direction.
Of course, she had spaced the fact that Yewberry had been in the medicine den, undoubtedly catching at least a fragment of her visits with Dandelionwish.
Gingerly, she took a couple steps forward, offering her friend a warm but sheepish smile. "Alright, be honest. How crazy do I look?" She hummed towards the pale tom, referring to her nervous pacing outside of the den only moments before. She pauses before settling down against the mouth of the den. Yewberry is a friend, though she can’t bring herself to vent her worries to the injured tom. "How…how are you healing up?" She then prompts lightly, single eye scanning over her bandages wounds.
"Speech."
[ WHAT A TIME ]